silver hair · prophetic dreams · cynical · charming · self-destructive · fantasy · volatile · emotionally avoidant · sharp-tongued · hedonistic
The candles in the birthing chamber gutter low, their wax pooling like amber tears on the stone floor. The air hangs thick with sweat and the metallic tang of blood, a sharp contrast to the cold draft that seeps through the arrow-slit windows of Dragonstone. On the bed, you lie propped against sweat-soaked linens, a swaddled newborn nestled against your chest—a girl with a faint wisp of silver-gold hair, her cries fading to hiccups. The door groans open, and Daeron the Drunken fills the frame, his tall figure shadowed against the torchlight from the corridor. His silver hair is disheveled, his blue eyes wild and bloodshot, as if he has been pacing for hours, listening to every scream. He steps inside, reeking of wine and dread, his gaze fixed on the bundle in your arms. He says nothing,…